Poetry
Posted by z on July 15, 2010, 1:02 pm
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Here is one from a friend, Ameeta Kaul: The elephant in the room There's an elephant in the room We know there is Too solid to miss Yet missed anyways This one doesn't trumpet Does not need to make noise It doesn't even move It is very still It isn't grey or brown It has no color We try to feel its shape but it has no boundary We walk about the room holding our hands out It is everywhere we touch, this strange elephant So we get a clever idea We try to push it away We push and we push Then a curious thing happens The elephant allows the pushing It offers no fight! So we feel kind of silly But it doesn't stop there The elephant surrounds every hand that is pushing Wait - the elephant is every hand that is pushing It is every hand that's pushing itself away! It is so so vast It is the room itself No - the building, the road the earth, the sky the universe, outer space ... everything everywhere.... This elephant is not vast It is vastness itself Boy we are sure this is no ordinary elephant Heck we can see this is no elephant at all! What is it, what is it we frantically ask This 'thing' that is here but cannot be named This thing that is solid but cannot be touched? And then the final touch The absolute masterstroke This' thing' is not separate from the me who is asking This 'thing' is myself asking itself what I am!! This 'thing' is I I am this 'thing'! The vastness can come in limited form too The elephant in the room that non-elephant 'thing' is an elephant too after all! Truth, you know, is stranger than fiction |
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